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And Eurytus he slew withal, to wrest his hire thereby

For service wrought, which Augeas the tyrant grudged to pay.

Couched in a copse ’neath Kleonae in ambush did he lie,

And as they came, leapt forth and fought and slew them in the way;

For Molos’ haughty sons had slaughtered his Tirynthian men

Erewhile by treachery, as they lay encamped in Elis’ glen.